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letra de nushoes - jayaire woods

[verse 1]
starin’ at the ceilin’ in this hotel room
it been a long–ss time since i talked to the moon
i got my own sh-t to handle, i can’t get out the broom
i told my momma that i’ll make it, i just hope that it’s soon
talkin’ to my n-ggas like “we on now”
i don’t need no co-signs, on my own now
i just left woodside, but i’m home bound
i just left my old girl, on my own now
peace of mind is all i want, and now we own it
feed me pizza, show me my opponent
said she i ain’t know i could cook, i pre-heat it
and put a rap n-gga in the oven
sorry baby, i was only h-rny
i bust a nut and then get back to the story
my life is a movie, my angels record it
my mind is what got me when i couldn’t afford it
i almost died f-cking with them drugs
had to remind myself of what’s important
now this sh-t hot like papa bear porridge
i got million-dollar [?] that ain’t never leave storage
these bas-m-nt vibes, happy we alive
it’s a blessin’, got to 25
some my n-ggas ain’t see 21
whether suicide or homicide

[break]
yeah, yeah
oh yeah, oh here
jayaire
yeah

[verse 2]
it’s a million-dollar n-gga on the plane right now
paid right now
get up out the way right now, stay right now
no time to play right now, new lifestyle
no time to play right now, new lifestyle
i got the way right now, b-tch pipe down
i am the sh-t and they wanna take my sound
hop out the chevy like a motherf-ckin’ bike now
i’m makin’ hits like a motherf-ckin’ fight sound
i just spent 10 on drugs, probably 5 more
i could do the hate but the love make me vibe more
n-ggas be hatin’ like that sh-t hereditary
n-ggas want beef, i go green, vegetari-
love for my dogs like i was veterinary
front-line, while you other n-ggas secondary
we was ten-toes, but your foot amputated
don’t care how we did it, just glad that we made it
do my own stunts every day like i’m barry
in the woods, it’s a [?], here a b-tch terry
r.i.p nipsey, know he just got buried
taught me how to hustle, so the torch get carried
n-ggas love hatin’, i could see it in they eyes
quiet now i’m rappin’, it should come as no surprise
i’m a deep-thinker, dark simper, secret-keeper
my song come on and i appear, jeepers creepers
feds do the sweep, i call they -ss street-sweepers
your girl be my sh-t, i call that -ss meat cleaver
talkin’ my sh-t, i didn’t mean to do that
i had broke my girl heart, i didn’t mean to do that
leave and come back, i didn’t mean to do that
i just wanted some back, i didn’t mean to do that
new shoes, two shoes
got new shoes
paintin’ pictures for my dog steve on blues clues

- jayaire woods

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